Moments, when lost, can’t be found again. They’re just gone.
Love is scary: it changes it can go away. That’s the part of the risk. I don’t want to be scared anymore.
Would you rather live one perfect day over and over or live your life with no perfect days but just decent ones?
If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms
Smirking, he says, “Whatever spell you just tried to cast on me, it didn’t work, so I think you need to go back to Hogwarts.
I delete the picture of him from my phone; I delete his number. I think that if I just delete him enough, it will be like none of it ever happened and my heart won’t hurt so badly
I love Jere more than anybody. He’s my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too.” His voice broke.“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.
It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing away a part of yourself.
When boy likes you, you say no thank you. You don’t kick him on the ground.
Do you think there’s a difference? Between belonging with and belonging to?
It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.
Susannah continued. “If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to be tan.
How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.
I pat her on the head. “Oh, naive little Kitten. Dear, foolish girl. This cookie is worth all this and more. Sit or you will not partake.
I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
This is two romantic things in a row, so I figure I should praise him accordingly, because the boy responds well to positive reinforcement.
People are gonna disappoint you sometimes. We’re flawed creatures. Not one of us is perfect, not even you, and you’ve gotta let people mess up and then you’ve gotta forgive them. That’s just life.
Music makes everything more romantic, doesn’t it? One second you’re walking your dog in the suburbs, and then you put on Adele, and it’s like you’re in a movie and you’ve just had your heart brutally broken.
My mother was good at that, making people feel normal. Safe. Like as long as she was there, nothing truly bad could happen.
If two people are meant to be, they’ll find their way to each other.
I didn’t have that kind of friendship, the forever kind of friendship that will last your whole life through, no matter what.
How do you regret one of the best nights of your entire life? You don’t. You remember every word, every look. Even when it hurts, you still remember.
I suppose I’ll say it all started with a love letter
When you lose someone and it hurts, that’s when you know the love was real.
But just because you bury something, that doesn’t mean it stops existing.
She’d known me my whole life. It’s hard to throw away history. It was like you were throwing a part of yourself.
I don’t think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips… Or any other body part.
Lara Jean, why do you have to remember every little thing? It’s not healthy.
Sometimes it hurts to look at you,” I said. I loved that I could say that and he knew exactly what I meant.
And for a second, just for a second I forget. I forget that this isn’t real.
But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings?
He took a step closer. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get you out of my system, not completely. I have this… feeling. That you’ll always be there. Here.” Conrad clawed at his heart and then dropped his hand.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. a burn for a burn. a life for a life. that’s how all this got started. and that’s how it’s going to end.
My favourite food is cake.What kind of cake?It doesn’t matter. All cake.
You can’t protect him from being hurt, babe, no mattter what you do. Being vulnerable, letting people in, getting hurt…it’s all a part of being in love.
If people knew you, they would love you.” He sounds matter-of-fact.Josh, you break my heart. And you’re a liar.Because you know me, you know me better than almost anybody, and you don’t love me.
Josh and I started out so easy, so fun, and now we’re like strangers. I’ll never have that person back, who I knew better than anyone and who knew me so well.
I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times worse. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.
I’m always wondering about the what-ifs, about the road not taken.
For a minute there it was really good. It was really, really good. Wasn’t it good? Maybe really, really good things aren’t meant to last for too long; maybe that’s what makes them all the more sweet, the temporariness of them.
I say looking on the bright side of life never killed anybody.
I think that time might be different for young people. The minutes longer, stronger, more vibrant.
It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.
I like you so much I don’t know what to do with it. My heart beats so fast when I know I’m going to see you again.
Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.
I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.
Peter will love Lara Jean with all his heart, always.
He smiled at me, and that smile — he just gets in. His smile did it every time.
So, how does he kiss?”I’m blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, “He kisses like … like it could be his job.
His face darkens. He glares at me and I glare back. “Fine!” he yells. “I’m jealous! Are you happy now!”And then he jerks is head toward mine and he kisses me. On the lips.
I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.
Let’s do it fucking for real, Lara Jean. Let’s go all in. No more contract. No more safety net. You can break my heart. Do whatever you want with it.
This is Karma. I’m a bitch. Can you think of anyone who deserves a bitch slap?”My phone buzzes again.”If so meet at Judy Blue Eyes, 2am. If not, sit back and enjoy the show.
I wonder, though…what would it be like? To be that close to a boy and have him see all of you, no holding back.
It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we’d go out “tree hunting.” That’s what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word “trespassing.
I’ve fallen for the one person I shouldn’t have. For the boy who broke Mary’s heart. For Rennie’s one true love. For Alex’s best friend.It has to end here. Now.
I suppose you can’t hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.
It’s scary when it’s real. When it’s not just thinking about a person, but, like, having a real live person in front of you, with, like, expectations. And wants.
Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it!” He looks away. “Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we’ll talk about it later? My mom’s expecting you.
you only know you can do something if you keep on doing it
It’s crazy, how similar we are. Here’s both of us, working through our stuff, trying to make something positive out of something really bad.
Life is sexist. If you were to get pregnant, you’re the one whose life changes. Nothing of significance changes for the boy. You’re the one people whisper about. I’ve seen that show, Teen Moms. All those boys are worthless. Garbage!
Is this how it goes? You fall in love, and nothing seems truly scary anymore, and life is one big possibility?
I wished I could stay forever, in this moment. Like in one of those plastic snowballs, one little moment frozen in time.
I think I see the difference now, between loving someone from afar and loving someone up close. When you see them up close, you see the real them, but they also get to see the real you.
Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember
There have been other girls. But they weren’t her.
Sometimes it’s like people are a million times more beautiful to you in your mind. It’s like you see them through a special lens — but maybe if it’s how you see them,that’s how they really are.
In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe
The thought of Peter and John Ambrose McClaren in the same space together again is discomforting. Where would I even look?